Everything that’s blooming down in the grass of our backyard today.
To see what other gardeners have put in a vase, please visit Cathy at Rambling in the Garden. She hosts this Monday meme.
How to convey the very, very discreet charm of our garden of rough grass and weeds?
I often think of this other bit of German ground painted by Albrecht Dürer.
Yesterday, a repairman came over to fix the window/door behind my desk chair. It turned out to be fine; I just did not know how to operate it properly. (German windows are wonderful, but this one is a bit over-engineered.) He pushed the handle and pulled the frame and said, “And now you can go out into the beautiful . . . looks out, slight pause. . . garden.”
You can read about the beginning of my “garden without (much) gardening” here.
The middle of the month brings Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day (the 15th) and Foliage Follow Up (the 16th). Please visit Carol at May Dreams Gardens and Pam at Digging to see what’s blooming and leafing out in July.
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I grow in places
where wind is high
and water scant. . . .
I make my humble,
And where there’s level ground,
Today is Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day, hosted by Carol at May Dreams Gardens. I don’t have a lot of flowers, but I am enjoying some orange hawkweed, which I hope will pop up in more places in the long grass this summer and next year.
Tomorrow is Garden Bloggers’ Foliage Follow Up, hosted by Pam at Digging. If grass counts as “foliage,” this is my contribution as well.
You can read more about our backyard in Stuttgart, Germany, here.
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In a field by the river
my love and I did stand. . . .
She bid me take life easy,
as the grass grows on the weirs. . .
— W. B. Yeats, from “Down by the Salley Gardens“
On a weekend walk in the southern suburbs of Stuttgart, I paused near a bus stop to admire the long uncut grass between the sidewalk and the street.
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Many public green spaces in the area have been left unmown this spring, and they could hardly be more beautiful.
Sumer is i-cumin in—
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
[Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
The seed grows
and the meadow blooms
And the wood springs anew,
ADDENDUM: I just realized that today this blog is four years old. Thanks for visiting!
Here at my feet what wonders pass,
What endless, active life is here!
What blowing daisies, fragrant grass!
An air-stirr’d forest, fresh and clear.
— Matthew Arnold, from “Lines Written in Kensington Gardens“